I still really hate that and anyone who refers to it as such. Hump day? I still say there should be an island we put all those ‘types’ of people on and then just nuke it. They’d be too busy finding the latest in gawdy gifs to even notice. It’s a humane way to go.
Well tonight’s boredom has me watching Farmer Wants a Wife. No worries- it’ll be a BIG island.
The upside of today- I found How to Make a Kiss Concert while looking up 3 2 1 Contact and posted it on Arsgeek because it’s just freakishly awesome. I want to get a hold of 3 2 1 Contact full episodes. I used to *love* that show. It was back in the day when the older folks cared about the younger generation taking over the country some day. Now they just hope the kids can remember their names and can find some thing out in the open. Was my generation *that* much of a let down that we’ve just given up all together on the future of mankind?
“You want to do an after school special on drugs? Puh-lease, the kids are already so doped up they wouldn’t watch. Let’s just put a drug reference on Desperate Housewives so the over 40 crowd can still think we care about the youth.”
So Farmer wants a wife. YUCK. First of all the guy has HUGE ears, he looks like Opie on steroids. Not even steriods. He has that faux fit look- as if genetically it’s impossible for him to maintain the physique. He pumped up for three months prior to the taping and now he’s back to pasty and skin and bones. Tonight is the talent show. The females on here of course are the ones who couldn’t get a date even on Match.com and this is their last attempt at dating before going to the Humane Society to adopt five cats- or go to the plastic surgeon for that sex change operation that would justify “WHY” they look like she men. As if it’s better that it’s surgical instead of genetic.
Last night I admit I had *way* too much wine. It was a light summer pink wine that was low on alcohol, but something in it just hit me the wrong/or right way- and I’ve had a massive headache all day. Instead of winding me down and assisting me in sleeping (I ran out of allergy pills and felt miserable), it had me gabbing WAY past my bed time and this morning it was torture getting up for work. I had that day long yearning for a nap thing to happen and now that I could actually fall asleep if I wanted to- I can’t. I hate second winds almost as much as I hate the term “hump day”.
Ack- on the show one of the females just remarked, ‘That hurted me bad.” See, I don’t think they had educational programming when she was “of age”. It’s not my generation- it was the lapse between 3 2 1 Contact, Reading Rainbow, Zoom, Mr Wizard, Bill Nye the Science Guy, Beakman’s World et al to Dora the Explorer- actually now that I think about it, it was Barney. Barney is the culprit. I still remember the song I’d sing to make little kids cry: “I hate you you hate me, let’s all go and kill Barney! With a great big gun we’ll shoot him in the head, aren’t you glad you that Barney’s dead?”
